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My days among the Dead are past

257
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

279
My heart leaps up when I behold

341
My heart's like a singing bird

414
My Love in her attire doth shew her wit
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow

39
My thoughts þold mortal strife

38
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his

20
Never love unless you can

16
Never seek to tell thy love

156
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West

378
No longer mourn for me when I am dead.

42
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note

247
Not, Celia, that I juster am

98
Now the golden Morn aloft

133
Now the last day of many days.

301
O blithe new-comer! I have heard

278
O Brignall banks are wild and fair

203
O Friend! I know not which way I must look

242
O happy shades ! to me unblest

188
o if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm

18
O leave this barren spot to me

283
O listen, listen, ladies gay .

266
O lovers' eyes are sharp to see

227
O Mary, at thy window be

175
O Mary, go and call the cattle home

393
O may I join the choir invisible.

391
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head

31
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming

22
O my Luve's like a red, red rose

177
O never say that I was false of heart

11
O saw ye bonnie Lesley

176
o say what is that thing called Light

136
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South

371
O talk not to me of a name great in story

202
O Thou, by Nature taught

134
O waly waly up the bank.

104
O what
can ail thee, knight-at-arms

224
o wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being 325
O World! O Life!' 0 Time

340
Oh, Death will never find us in the heart of the wood' 428
Oh, to be in England, now that April's there

378
Obscurest night involved the sky

193
Of all the girls that are so smart

151
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

183
Of Nelson and the North

237
Of Neptune's empire let us sing.

80
of this fair volume which
we World do name

53
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray

213

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Oft in the stilly night

255
Oh snatch'd away in beauty's bloom

262
Old Tubal Cain was a man of might

387
On a day, alack the day

17
On a Poet's lips I'slept.

329
Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee

241
On the Sabbath-day

414
One more Unfortunate .

259
One word is too often profaned

233
On Linden, when the sun was low

243
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd 306
Out beyond the sunset, could I but find the way 430
Out of the night that covers me

422
Over the mountains .

84
Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day

45
Phoebus, arise,

2
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu

233
Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth

52
Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips 417
Proud Maisie is in the wood

258
Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak : 350
Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair

81
Ring out, wild bells, from the wild sky

371
Rough Wind, that moanost loud

339
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King

140
Seamen three! what men be ye

350
Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness

293
See with what simplicity

85
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

15
Shall I, wasting in despair.

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She dwelt among the untrodden ways

+208
She is not fair to outward view

207
She walks in beauty, like the night

206
She was a Phantom of delight

206
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea 4
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part

30
Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me

31
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile

154
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright

165
Souls of Poets dead and gone

257
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king 1
Star that bringest home the bee

304
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God

239
Strew on her roses, roses

403
Surprized by joy – impatient as the wind

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Swallow, my sister, O sister Swallow

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Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes

90
Sweet Highland Girl, a very sbower

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Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch's glory

14
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade 154
Swiftly walk over the western wave

219
Take, O take those lips away

29
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense

331
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean

370
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind

88
Tell me where is Fancy bred

42
That time of year thou may'st in me behold

23
That which her slender waist confined

96
The blesséd damozel leaned out.

409
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

172
The forward youth that would appear

65
The fountains mingle with the river

216
The glories of our blood and state

74
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King

55
The lovely lass o' Inverness

144
The man of life upright

52
The merchant, to secure his treasure

155
The more we live, more brief appear

338
The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth

28
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower

394
The poplars are fell’d; farewell to the shade

167
There be none of Beauty's daughters

204
There is a flower, the lesser Celandine

253
There is a garden in her face.

92
There is delight in singing, tho' none hear

349
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes
away

252
There's not a nook within this solemn Pass:

340
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream 341
The sea hath many thoựsand sands

33
The sun is warm, the sky is clear

256
The sun upon the lake is low

304
The splendour falls on castle walls

369
The twentieth year is well-nigh past

192
The world is too much with us; late and soon

330
They are all gone into the world of light,

109
The year's at the spring

375
They that have power to hurt, and will do none

26
This is a spray the Bird clung to

379
This is the month, and this the happy morn

56
This Life, which seems so fair

51
Though others may her brow adore

21
Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white.

34
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness

331
Three years she grew in sun and shower

209
Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream

146
Timely blossom, Infant fair

138
Tired with all these, for restful deaib i cry

54
Toll for the Brave

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To me, fair Friend, you never can be old

11
To one who has been long in city pent

282
Turn back, you wanton flyer

16
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia

won

129
'Twas on a lofty vase's side

137
Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea

241
Under the greenwood tree
Upon my lap my sovereign sits

: 105
Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying

333
Victorious men of earth, no more

74
Waken, lords and ladies gay

272
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie

168
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee

37
Weep you no more, sad fountains

14
Were I as base as is the lowly plain

21
We talk'd with open heart, and tongue

336
We walk'd along, while bright and red

334
We watch'd her breathing thro' the night

265
What can I give thee back, O liberal

354
What was he doing, the great God Pan

356
When all the world is young, lad

393
When as in silks my Julia goes

95
When Britain at Heaven's command

139
When first the fiery-mantled Sun

294
When God at first made Man

78
When he who adores thee has left but the name

246
When I am dead, my dearest

413
When icicles hang by the wall

23
When I consider how my light is spent

76
When I have borne in memory what has tamed 243
When I have fears that I may cease to be

229
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

4
When I survey the bright.

126
When I think on the happy days

182
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

10
When in the chronicle of wasted time

15
When lovely woman stoops to folly

156
When Love with unconfined wings.

99
When maidens such as Hester die

262
When Music, heavenly maid, was young

161
When Ruth was left half desolate
When the lamp is shatter'd

226
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame: 178
When thou must home to shades of underground . 37
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

24
When we two parted

221
Where art thou, my beloved Son

270
Where lies the land to which the ship would go 390
Where shall the lover rest.

222

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Where the bee sucks, there suck I

2
Where the remote Bermudas ride

124
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown

423
Whether on Ida's shady brow

197
While that the sun with his beams hot

32
Whoe'er she be

82
Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant

220
Why so pale and wan, fond lover

100
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie .

215
With deep affection .

352
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies 36
With little here to do or see

291
With sweetest milk and sugar first:

112
Ye banks and braes and streams around .

177
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon

157
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.

185
Ye Mariners of England

235
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye

284
Yet love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

355
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more

68
You meaner beauties of the night

88

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